Chief of sinners tho’ I be, Jesus shed His blood for me; Died that I might live on high,– Died that I might never die; As the branch is to the vine, I am His, and He is mine. 1-3 Words by McComb / Music: Spanish Tune
O the height of Jesus’ love! Higher than the heav’n above, Chief Of Sinners O the height of Jesus’ love! Higher than the heav’n above, Deeper than the deepest sea, Lasting as eternity; Love that found me– wondrous tho’t!– Found me when I sought Him not. 2-3
Chief of sinners tho’ I be, Christ is all in all to me; All my wants to Him are known, All my sorrows are His own; Safe with Him from earthly strife, He sustains the bidden life. 3-3